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Warhammer 40k: Enigmas of the Warp

No one want's an Eldar Friend? My goodness!

Warhammer 40k: Enigmas of the Warp

"All of those countless years within the Mechanicus truly show with this superbly crafted containment box." responded Andromedai with a smirk spread across the features of her face. She still held onto the helmet of her armor with her left hand, but it had been heavily damaged from the prior battle, and would not function correctly even if she did have it equipped. "All joking aside, you did quite an impressive job with what resources and time you had, thank you." Andromedai gave a nod of her head in thanks before motioning for the retinue to move out and follow behind her. Once they had stepped back into the dome shaped room, the Sister of Battle would carefully step over the debris while responding to Adrianne. "You see the problem with saying that Adrianne, is that if you tell someone not to think about something, there is a good chance that they will do just that. Anyway, I trust you much more than the Ministorum Priests, just don't repeat that to anyone. Thank you for your assistance in securing the tome as well. Stukov, you are as vigilant as ever, but I think it's time to move out." said Andromedai with a bit more emotion in her voice than normal. By the time she had finished speaking, the retinue had walked back out of the cultist's hidden base, and into the open air. The night had fallen across the land and the cool, calming serenity had taken its place. While everything in the local area seemed to be under control, something still felt off. They could hear music, see lights, hear the sound of happy chatter.

"Does anyone know what ... oh you have to be kidding me." said Andromedai, actually placing the palm of her right hand over her face and sighing, "It is Sanguinalla, which would explain all of the energy I feel in the air, and the music, and the lights, and so on." The Celestian would place her helmet onto her head and then clap her hands together, "Alright then! Here is what we are going to do. There is a very fancy and expensive restaurant I like to go to on rare occasions such as this. We are going to go there and have dinner, feel free to order whatever you would like. Then we are going to walk around the city for the rest of the evening and enjoy the celebrations before heading to a specialty store that sells very rare goods from all across the Imperium of man. I will be covering everything you all wish to buy this evening, so please enjoy yourselves. Oh and Stukov, please don't shoot Maya, you will see why shortly." The ship was waiting exactly where they had left it thankfully, and Solares with onboard with Maya, who had removed her helmet and had it sitting upon her lap. From where she was sitting, no one would be able to view the woman without her helmet untill they walked past her.

"I forgot it was Sanguinalla, Solares and Maya, all of this Chaos bullshit is catching up with me it seems." said Andromedai as she moved to the pilots seat once more and motioned for Adrianne to take the co-pilots position. Arianne would be the first to see that Maya was something special, and most defiantly not a human. She was, in fact, an Aeldari Farseer. Maya merely kept herself occupied with a data-pad that was in her hands, going through pages of information. Solares had remained silent at Andromedai's comment, but Maya laughed softly before going back to what she was doing. Once everyone was strapped into their seats, Andromedai would engage the Typhons engines and the craft would swiftly take off into the air. Once Andromedai had decided they had reached a safe enough altitude, they could easily see that the city of Dalenarth had practically changed over the course of four hours, and was much more active and cheerful than before. The restaurant they would be eating at could easily been seen due to how lit up it was and the heavy amount of decorations that surrounded and covered it. Dark colors with hints of gold and red covered the exterior of the large, oddly shaped building. Upon the outside of it were the words [Saints Respite] in a glowing golden light that illuminated the night.

"That is where we will be having dinner." said Andromedai as she pointed at the impressive display below. There was an empty platform nearby that the ship was landed on, and once it had touched down, Andromedai quickly got up out of her seat and motioned for everyone to follow her out of the Typhon and into the building where already the intoxicating smell of exquisite food could be found. The two guards who were actually armed but wearing clean and fancy outfits opened the doors for them as they approached, welcoming the retinue to Saint's Respite, and hoping they had a very enjoyable evening.

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:3 I suggest an addendum to apply said rules to ANY tech device or tool in 20 ft of Medaira~

@rivaan

I AGREE, what could possibly go wrong? :D ...

Posting today, things are going to get *very* interesting.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

Celestine Novastrov

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Celestine Novastrov (The Black Bird of Chernobyl)

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Character Summary

Name: Celestine Novastrov
Aliases: The Black Bird of Chernobyl, Black Bird.
Species: Mutate
Powers: Adaptive Muscle Memory, allows Celestine to replicate fighting techniques. Technopath, able to communicate and interface with technology in a set distance.
Age: 35
Nationality: Russian - American
Birthday: April, 26th, 1986
Birth Place: Pripyat, Ukraine
Gender: Female
S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy: Operations
Qualification: Seven years among the Spetsnaz, Masters of Medicine.
Years in the Field: Eight

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Appearance

Height: Five Feet, Eight Inches
Weight: One hundred and Sixty Five Pounds
Build: Military Fitness
Eyes: Cyan
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Light Peach
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Three scars running down from the left eyebrow, to the lower jaw. A Tattoo of a Black Bird with its wings outstretched in an ominous way, its eyes a crimson red upon her upper back.
Personal Style: Celestine has taken a liking to the S.H.I.E.L.D. military fatigues, she can remain comfortable while keeping her professional look. Celestine keeps her face covered at all times, even when eating or drinking. When not in her military fatigues, she will be found in her custom made combat armor. The armor could be considered bulky and out of place among those she fights alongside, but protection and utility are important to her.

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Psychology

Compassionate * Dishonest * Loyal * Distant * Caring * Harsh

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Celestine has an in-depth and complex personality that can shift from one mood to another without any warning, due to her turbulent past and upbringing. Thankfully, her training at S.H.I.E.L.D. has helped her become a more stable individual who has found sympathy and empathy in her daily encounters with those friendly forces who surround her, and some hostile forces at times. At first, she may appear as a cold and distant individual, but as time passes, those she trusts and considers her closest friends, may see the rare side of her that shows her compassion, friendship, and want for more in life that we all share. One side she does not share unless under very rare circumstances, is affection, there are very few she thinks of in such ways. When upon the field of battle or a mission, she will remain calm, cool, and collected. At times, her dark sense of humor can land her in spots of trouble among other S.H.I.E.L.D agents, but these are very rare occurrences. Her determination and ability to combat any situation with a level head, has helped her through many intense encounters. Will hold a grudge for those who betray her.
Habits: OCD Traits, taps her right foot upon the ground when restless, actively practices meditation.
Hobbies: Celestine has taken a liking to cooking meals for those she works alongside with. She enjoys working with computers, furthers her medical knowledge, astronomy, target practice with a number of weapons, video games, and tinkering with engineering devices.
Fears:

• Deep depths of the ocean.
• Being burned alive.
• Lost in the depths of space.

Likes:

• Explosives
• Cats
• Food
• Storms
• Music
• Video Games
• Movies
• Late Nights
• Late nights at the pool.

Dislikes:

• Ignorant and arrogant people
• Most creatures of the ocean
• Mean and cruel people
• Sports
• Human contact
• Open shows of affection

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Perception
• Leadership
• Novitiate Engineering
• Vehicle piloting
• Advanced Medical training
• Apprentice Chef

Specialty Skills:

• Acrobatics
• Rifles
• Heavy Weapons
• Assassination
• Infiltration
• Technological adaptation
• Explosives

Medical Issues/Injuries:

• Severe burns on the left arm due to chemical fire.
• Attacked by unknown wild animals upon mission, scars upon left side of face.
• Recovered from being thrown into a wall from an explosion.
• Survived being stuck inside a sunken ship till rescue.

What Is On Your Person:

• Portable Data-Pad
• Form fitting black mask
• Wallet with multiple identifications, some real and some false.
• Pictures of her family and friends inside of a small book.
• Heavily modified FN SCAR H.
• Passport for the USA and Russia.
• Advanced Medical Kit
• Adaptive Combat Armor - (Built in active camouflage system that can adapt to its surroundings to help blend in. Uses advanced armor plating to deflect attacks before having to be recharged or replaced.)

Possessions:

• Graduation picture of her with her family, her face is blacked out.
• Portable computer to play games on or other things she finds the time for.
• Technical equipment for her weapons and armor.
• Blue and white pattern blanket she has had since a child.
• Picture of her home in Russia, framed with a Chernobyl Liquidators medal.
• Additional medical equipment.
• Weapon and armor attachments as well as modifications.
• Mini-Fridge filled with very rare foods and drinks from Russia and more.
• Chair that is made from the seat of a Su-57 Fighter Jet.
• Large amounts of cooking supplies.

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History

Why did you want to become an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.?: After serving alongside the elite forces of the Spetsnaz for nine years, she was approached by an unnamed individual while visiting the abandoned city of Pripyat. The individual introduced himself as a member S.H.I.E.L.D. informing her that she had been under watch from the organization for quite a few years now and that her skills could be put to much better use. Celestine considered her talents, her abilities, and how they could help not only her country but also the world, and perhaps even beyond. She had been wanting more from her life, to do something meaningful, to no longer be viewed as an abomination by those she fought alongside with, and this was her chance to do so. With no hesitation, she accepted and left that night for the United States of America.

General History:
Celestine was born at [12:13 AM] in the morning at the Pripyat Hospital 126, on April 26th, 1986. She was born an only child to her two parents, who where extremely happy that they had a child in their life. Her father was a Spetsnaz and her mother was a surgeon at that local hospital, so the life she had planned out before her was expected to be difficult but very rewarding. As the early hours of the morning progressed, Celestine and her parents were preparing to leave Pripyat Hospital 126 when the message came over the cities loud speaker system, "Attention attention, dear comrades, the cities counsel of people's deputies informs that due to an accident at Chernobyl nuclear power plant in the city of Pripyat, an adverse radiation condition evolves. By party, by Soviet bodies, by Police forces, occupants of the city will be evacuated temporarily."

Nikolai, Annya, and Celestine knew they were not going to be able to return to their home to gather any belongings and would have to now drive to the nearest border or safe zone, away from the disaster that would scar so many lives and leave a mark upon the world that still stands to this day. For hours they drove through the night, avoiding military check points but eventually, the Soviet Peoples Forces caught up with them at a road block with even a T-80 tank. They were forced to stop and step out of their vehicle. Nikolai explained that they were evacuating from the affected areas of the Chernobyl powerplant disaster, and that he was a member of the elite Spetsnaz forces. The Soviet forces check their identification, and unfortunately informed them that they were to return to Pripyat, due to the fact that the Soviet party needed Nikolai's help to move additional military forces into the area, and Annya who was needed for helping the injured and sick. They had no choice, and were forced to drive back as the morning sun fell across the Motherland, smoke rising in the distance.

The next few days were nothing less than living hell for those who were affected by the radiation, and those who willingly sacrificed themselves for the good of the party, the country, and the world. Nikolai had helped move military transports into the city and direct them to the civilian areas that needed to be evacuated first, along with making sure no riots or panic broke out. Annya was not so lucky, she was forced to assist those who were returning from the power plan, firefighters, police officers, and civilians. All while this was happening, Celestine was taken away from her parents and kept in a safe and secure area away from the dangers of radiation. After three days, Nikolai, Annya, and Celestine were allowed to leave the city, though their lives would be forever changed.

As the years rolled by, both Nikolai and Annya were thanked for their services by being granted a massive amount of money, that was put to immediate use in not only helping themselves but also the survivors of the horrific disaster. During these years, Celestine’s life was mostly that of any normal child. She went to school and excelled, made friends, learned life lessons, and experienced life within the Soviet Union for one who was wealthy and well known. Celestine started to show interest in becoming not only part of the military but also helping people within the medical field, following after both of her parents. One day, eight years after the disaster, a family friend known as Strevonia, showed up and informed them that Celestine needed to be medically checked over for any effects of radiation and would be returned shortly after with all the information of their findings. Little did Celestines family know, this would be the last time they would see her for many years.

Celestine was not taken to a hospital, she was taken to a research facility within the walls of the newly formed exclusion zone, the barrier around the area where the Chernobyl disaster took place. Only being eight years old, Celestine thought what she was seeing was indeed a hospital of sorts, but upon seeing fully armed soldiers and scientists in power armored NBC suits, she knew something was very wrong. All she remembers was being placed inside of a dark room with an azure crystal that gave off violet rays of light that pulsed slowly. A voice came from a speaker telling Celestine to remain seated and not be afraid, that she would be returned home shortly, that all would be well. The last part of these comforting words was drowned out by a deafening static that filled her ears and could be felt deep within her bones. Her vision went black, and all she saw was the endless abyss of space, filled with celestial bodies. They vanished after a few seconds, and the eight-year-old found herself lying upon a bed within a decorated room, done so to be more welcoming.

What she had been exposed to was an artifact that had formed within the heart of Chernobyl, and supposedly held powerful altering abilities, so far she was the only one who had survived being exposed to the artifact. Three scientists entered the room wearing the same power armored NBC suits she had seen earlier, and was told she had been out for two weeks. Something within herself had changed, and they were not entirely sure what that meant. Tests at first showed that Celestine had the ability to replicate the skills from those around her, which happened by mistake as a soldier quickly apprehended a failed revolt within the building. Celestine managed to kick out the back leg of a solider, grab onto his pistol and fire the clip into the man, then attempted to escape before being apprehended and receiving a punishment.

Where others saw an abomination, Strevonia saw a tool to be used, the future of the Motherland and a way to regain his honor and fear among those who did not think what he was doing was possible or worth the recourses. He immediately began training her in forms of combat, testing her new abilities and discovering her capabilities. When she was within age, and she was once again mentally sound again, she was enlisted to the Spetsnaz, being informed that once she finished her tour of duty, she would be released and allowed to see her family once more. There was no choice, she was put head first into the intense training that very few soldiers managed to pass through, but she did so not only graduating top of her class but also in record time. Here, she learned many of the deadly skills that the elite forces learn, even excelling in the fields.

When her first real life combat mission occurred, those that were part of her team noticed something strange about her, she could mimic the abilities of her enemies. Her team saw the use in this but were quick to report it as well as label her a freak, and abomination, a mutant. Celestine’s shame lead to cover her face in black and never show it, which in turn somewhat worked in her favor, giving her the nickname Black Bird. Eventually, the bullying and harassment became so bad that she chose to do solo operations, and shortly after found her love of scout rifles, marksmen rifles, and sniper rifles. Upon her uniform, she attached the Chernobyl Power Plant emblem, and those very few enemies who encountered her and were allowed to live, called her the Black Bird of Chernobyl. Death and destruction followed in her wake when ever she went upon a mission.

During her down time between training and missions, she volunteered to become a combat medic, and went through rigorous medical courses to assist her fellow soldiers both on and out of the field of battle if they received an injury. The skills she learned during these years proved invaluable, and continue to do so to this day.

After eight years within the Spetsnaz, she was given leave and allowed to her family. Her parents still lived in the same house, and had been mourning her expected death. Her arrival was one of many emotions, and Celestine caught her parents up on all that had happened over her many years of being missing from their lives. She promised she would return, that she had other important things to take care of, and that she would always love and remember her family. She found herself wanting to return to the Spetsnaz, but before she could she wanted to see Pripyat, her first home. Getting inside was simple enough before of her rank, but finding her home was not. She spent almost twelve hours looking for her parents home, and when she found it, someone was waiting inside for her. This individual did not tell her his name, but did inform her that he was part of S.H.I.E.L.D. and was informed of who and what they were. This man know of her special abilities, and told her that she would be welcomed with open arms among all those who were part of S.H.I.E.L.D. Celestine would be taught in any fields she wished by some of the best and brightest, and that she would be helping protect her country, the world, and perhaps even beyond.

There was no hesitation, Celestine agreed and was given a data-pad being shown where she would need to be to get a ride out of the country and to her new home. She quickly went back to her parents home and informed them of the news, they were of course confused but happy that she had found something more for herself to do in the life. The next day, she was in the United States of America, looking at the S.H.I.E.L.D Academy for Operations. For many years, she found herself graduating top of her class, and finely being educated in the areas she was interested in. She had the freedom to do as she saw fit in many areas, somethings she never had the chance to do. Here, she found new interests and but also things she disliked. Her personality came forward and so did a new ability that had been hidden from her, Technopath. Now, she finds herself working among friends and some others she unfortunately does not like. Her nickname has stuck with her though, and so has her habit of wearing a black mask to cover her face at all times, unless she is completely alone in a secure room.

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Extras

Character Quote: Live with wolves, howl like a wolf. - The river is moving, the blackbird must be flying.

Theme Song:

Hider

Character Voice:

Hider

Anything Else: Chaos Spawn Fun - Age of Ultron MCU
_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.*}

Warhammer 40k: Enigmas of the Warp

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Halo: Aegis Team

In the early hours of the evening near the south eastern coast of New California, Spartan Aviza found herself among friends and family, both new and old. The sun was setting in the horizon and its fading golden rays of light created am amber glow upon the clouds that were slowly vanishing in the far distant sky. The scorching heat from the day still lingered around the area though soon the cool, soothing calm of that summer night would take its place. For the first time in many months or even years, Aviza felt at peace, she felt happiness that she was allowed to be on leave to spend time with those she cared for the most, and even someone she had begun to develop feelings for. All was right in her eyes, and the night was only just beginning. The sound of light hearted conversation tailed by sometimes laughter mixed with the music that came from the rear deck of Aviza's personal three hundred and fifty foot yacht she had named the Windrunner. Sitting upon a lounge chair and looking up at the night sky that was now filled with stars, Aviza merely let her mind go blank. "Aviza!" The voice of a woman could be heard from behind the lounge chair, breaking her state of calm and bringing her back to the conscious world. "Aviza, let's go grab some racks of ribs and other cuts from the freezers in the kitchen to make on the barbecue." A woman with short black hair was motioning for her fellow spartan friend to join her in helping prepare dinner.

"Sorry sorry, I was caught up with relaxing. People are already hungry though? We just ate three hours ago." said Aviza as she stood, adjusting her civilian cloths once she had. "Yeah, and people need snacks sometimes!" said the woman before Aviza quickly responded, "A full barbecue and smoke out is not a snack, Maya." said Aviza as the two of them walked through the group of gathered friends and family that filled the yacht. "Yeah and these are mostly Spartans, what do you expect to happen?" The two of them kept talking as they walked through the Windrunner and made their way to the kitchen, discussing how much food and drink a ship of mostly Spartans could put back in a short amount of time. When they arrived, Aviza felt even more uplifted than when the night had begun. "Tri-Tip, Brisket, Ribs, Tenderloin, Pork Belly, so many to choose from." said Maya with a smile spread across her face, "Yes well, I say we take a bit of each, that sound like a good idea to you?" Aviza responded with a smirk. The two of them gave a light nod of their heads in approval before grabbing a bit of each type of meat cut, then quickly headed to the large professional grade grill near the rear of the boat.

When they arrived back at the main gathering which had formed near the grill, a few of the more rowdy guests cheered at them and swiftly headed over to help them prepare the food. After a few hours of grilling, all of the meat had been prepared expertly, as well as served to each guest who had wanted some of this early dinner both Aviza and Maya had prepared. Aviza had found herself sitting alongside Maya and a few others who she thought of as her best friends. They had been having a light hearted conversation about all the fun they had over the last few years after the war had ended and they finely found time to do the things they wanted. Maya suddenly stood up and motioned for everyone else to do the same, with her right hand, she raised her glass into the air and said "Let us all show our appreciation to Aviza here by having a cheers to great friends, great times, and a great retirement that we have all worked and sacrificed so much for. To Aviza, cheers!" said Maya, and the group that had gathered repeated "To Aviza!" A warm feeling of happy emotions washed over the Spartan who seemed to hold back a blush before her eyes fluttered open.

The warm feeling of happy emotions lingered for a few seconds once she fully awoke but quickly vanished as her mind snapped back into reality, all that had occurred was merely a happy dream of what could have been, something that she wanted. "Maybe once these missions are over, I will hold that gathering, for everyone involved as well as my family and friends." said Aviza under her breath, a ONI operative sitting next to her tilted her head, her short black hair following the movement of her head. "You alright Spartan Aviza? Need some water or ... ?" inquired the unnamed woman. "No I am fine, just had a dream and was commenting on it, how far out are were from Sydney, Australia?" asked Aviza, brushing off the comment. "We are roughly five out, you should prepare your gear, I mean you should consider checking your gear." said the woman, correcting herself. Aviza nodded her head in agreement, moving to her feet and checking over her gear with an expert eye. Everything was in order, and the Spartan moved to the front of the ONI D81-LRT Condor.

"Spartan Aviza, we are about to land outside of Sydney, Australia. The landing pad is where I was told to drop you off at, once I do so, you are free to do as you see fit apparently. Do you have any questions, comments, or requests?" asked the main pilot. "I do actually, where can I find the rest of my old squad?" inquired Aviza, before the pilot responded, "One moment please, I am just checking my information and ... alright I have the information you request, I will make the location for you on your data pad." said the pilot before finishing with one more comment, "Information has been sent, good luck out there Spartan." The ONI D81-LRT Condor touched down upon the landing pad and its rear door opening with a loud hiss. By the time it fully opened, Aviza was already moving, heading down the ramp and out into the fresh air. For a moment, Aviza merely stood and took in her surroundings before checking her data pad for the information she had requested. "Some of my squad is not far off, I wonder if they would mind if I visited them? Hmmm ... probably not."

Within a few short moments, Spartan Aviza had found her way to where Vael and some of the others were located. Approaching the door, she lightly knocked upon it, announcing her arrival. "This is Spartan Aviza stopping by to greet some friends of mine. Would it be alright if I come in?" inquired Aviza.

Warhammer 40k: Enigmas of the Warp

There were multiple paths presented to the retinue, all they now had to do was choose one and hope that something horrific did not happen with the tome while they transported it back to the inquisitorial safe house. The odds of the tome tearing open a portal to some hellish warp damned dimension of one of the Chaos gods was rather high, and Celestian Andromedai knew this. "I do not want to take any chances with this cursed tome of Tzeentch so here is what we are going to do. First off, I want our Tech-Priest Medaria to gather up sheets of metal then craft us a make shift containment box. For the one and only Adrianne, I would like you to form a energy field around the make shift containment box and then transport it back to the ship for us. As for our local Guardsmen Stukov, please keep an eye and ear on the local area, I do not want any surprises or ambushes while moving this Emperor damned tome anywhere. Everyone has their orders, so let us get to work, alright?"

Celestian Andromedai then opened a private communications channel to Solares, who swiftly responded, "Andromedai? Maya is on the ship sitting next to me, was this your idea? Did you know she was going to show up? I tried to warn you earlier but you were uh, preoccupied?" Andromedai responded in turn, "I was not aware of our friends arrival untill she dispatched the Chaos Spawn we were fighting. Regardless, we will be returning to the ship with a chaos tome, I was a secure area for it to be stored, also allow Maya to do as she see's fit just, no messing around with the weapons systems." While she talked, Celestian Andromedai kept a eye on her team as they worked around her. After a while though, she made her way back into the dome shaped room and glanced around it, merely observing all the damage they had done to it and the Tzeentch murals that covered the walls around her. "One last thing Solares, I want you to send a team here to do a in-depth search around the area for anything that stands out while we take care of this tome, alright?" There would be no reply directly from Solares, but the Celestian did receive a message from another Inquisitorial team that said they were on their way to their location.

Halo: Aegis Team

"Do me a favor Tar..." began Spartan Aviza, speaking through the open coms so not only her team but also the Rebel Leader could hear her. "Release the captive hostage and let her escape safely, the pawns are of no significance to us at this time." As soon as Aviza had finished speaking, a sudden wave of dysequilibrium washed over her, though the Spartan held her composure and remained on her feet, letting the feeling run its course and eventually pass. Acting as if nothing had happened, Aviza turned around to face their female Sangheili friend, hoping her orders would be followed swiftly and to the letter. At the same time, she ran a message pass Shih, "Please inform command we have injured and will need immediate medical attention once we arrive back on the ship. Two medical teams, one for humans and one for Sangheili will be fine."

Halo: Aegis Team

Having taken cover behind what she considered a more sturdy crate, one that she hoped would not disintegrate when fired upon or explode, the Spartan team lead observed the scene that was unfolding before her with an attentive mind. A few scenarios ran through her mind as she quickly tried to decide what was the best course of action. She had non-lethal flashbangs that could be used, the weapon could be shot out of his hand, active-camouflage could be engaged and the target could be incapacitated that way. All of these and many more ran through her mind. "If we fire upon him, there is a very good chance he will become critically injured from doing so, or he may end his existence. Everyone, please stay back and allow me to attempt to handle this, if my plan does not work, then you may engage." said Aviza into her squads private coms. Moving onto her feet, she would show herself from behind the cover she had chosen, not taking any steps forward and remaining where she currently stood.

"Commander, I am the team leader for this squad, they will follow my orders swiftly and to the letter depending on what I say." began Aviza in her normal emotionless tone, though this time more humanity could be heard behind it. "We do indeed want you alive, and in all honesty I rather avoid more loss of life. We have heard your demands, and it is obvious you are a man who cares for those who server under and around you, and that you fight for something you believe in, unlike the Jiralhanae. I would like to inform you that I agree with your demands, give me a moment to contact the ship and inform them." There would be a pause as Aviza opened a com with the ship above them, "This is Spartan Aviza, we have the HVT in sight, but he is demanding that we allow his forces to leave in peace while focus firing the Jiralhanae forces instead. Do not fire upon the rebel shuttles, and allow them to leave in peace." Aviza said this out-loud in open coms so that the commander could hear, though she did reach out to Shih and thought "Shih, inform them to do as they see fit once the shuttles leave, but allow us enough time to capture the Rebel Leader and move him to an area where he will not be able to see anything you all may choose to do afterwards."

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